I keep thinking I really should try to post about things other than readthrough logistics, but then I have so much stuff that I feel I need to get caught up on and waiting until I've got time to post about all of it, and somehow that never happens, so I'm going to call amnesty and try to make shorter updates. Maybe I'll get caught up on some of the gaps, but maybe I won't, and that's okay.
This week I did what might have been my favourite kind of online socialising so far. In lieu of our monthly dinner date,![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
themidnightgirl and I picked a couple of recipes from Lisboeta, a cookbook by my (and hers? certainly amongst her) favourite chef, Nuno Mendes. We cooked them together, chatting over Zoom as we did so, and then sat down with the_alchemist, obandsoller, and robert_jones, and all had dinner together, and it was so lovely. It felt like a little window of normality in the midst of all this. Also the food was delicious - potatoes parboiled then smushed and baked with garlic and olive oil and then topped with caramelised onions and stinky cheese (I used tallegio, Zoë used a mix of Epoisse and gruyere), mushrooms fried in butter and more garlic, and then refreshed with a splash of wine, lemon juice and parsley, and served with a chickpea dip with tomatoes and smoked paprika. So good.
On Thursday I had to pop into church in order to run an errand for a vulnerable parishioner, and since I was there I allowed myself some time in private adoration of the blessed sacrament. It was painful, but in a good way. It didn't entirely fill the void that not being able to receive for so long has opened*, but it make the edges a lot less sharp.
*I briefly wondered whether given the weird circumstances it might be permissible to administer something like communion-by-extension to myself, but decided it probably wouldn't.
This week I did what might have been my favourite kind of online socialising so far. In lieu of our monthly dinner date,
themidnightgirl and I picked a couple of recipes from Lisboeta, a cookbook by my (and hers? certainly amongst her) favourite chef, Nuno Mendes. We cooked them together, chatting over Zoom as we did so, and then sat down with the_alchemist, obandsoller, and robert_jones, and all had dinner together, and it was so lovely. It felt like a little window of normality in the midst of all this. Also the food was delicious - potatoes parboiled then smushed and baked with garlic and olive oil and then topped with caramelised onions and stinky cheese (I used tallegio, Zoë used a mix of Epoisse and gruyere), mushrooms fried in butter and more garlic, and then refreshed with a splash of wine, lemon juice and parsley, and served with a chickpea dip with tomatoes and smoked paprika. So good.On Thursday I had to pop into church in order to run an errand for a vulnerable parishioner, and since I was there I allowed myself some time in private adoration of the blessed sacrament. It was painful, but in a good way. It didn't entirely fill the void that not being able to receive for so long has opened*, but it make the edges a lot less sharp.
*I briefly wondered whether given the weird circumstances it might be permissible to administer something like communion-by-extension to myself, but decided it probably wouldn't.
